This Poem was Submitted By: Kenneth Eugene Earley On Date: 2000-07-14 00:08:04 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Cash for Cans

Don't throw me away; I have a heart, Given life by the "How Great Thou Art." Found by a man who was digging in trash- Do you not think that's a little bit rash? What about my dad? Do you know his name? Was it something I did causing him such shame? My poor mother must feel all alone; Maybe she didn't know about "the Conerstone". Why in a bag, and not dressed in white? I was so hot baking in the sunlight. Were my siblings in the same bag as I? You know I wanted to say "goodbye". The smell was terrible and the flies were bad; Not being wanted, left me a little sad. I am glad that man was getting cash for cans; Being all alone I didn't understand. The man said none should be forsaken; I guess maybe he was mistaken. Why lay me on this cold metal bed, Arms and legs being outspread? If my mother comes for me, Tell her my Father has set me free.

Copyright © July 2000 Kenneth Eugene Earley


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